We only fucked once when our enemies calmed
the bolt in my hip the calamine hind hump.
The maple church burned
bourbon in blue rooms cauldrons colliding
cats’ eyes getting fat.
It was so hard to rouse me
from my sphinx state
you made me fetch ankles
that sad afternoon
rub my head on the rocks
like a dog in the river rolls for a mate.
I came home late over the gully
to feel someone follow me grey baby pull.
I wander a bit don’t sleep in the white
since it’s all part of pickup truck victory
and there’ll be an end to this future precision pink cock and skin
once I have enough foresight
to know that you’re bad luck or luck.